When the Unknown comes knocking

A/N: This is where my writing style spirals out of control... Well, whatever. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Over the Garden Wall. Just my OC's and the idea for this particular story

Wirt PoV

After school ended I walked out of the place with Sara. "Hey Wirt," she said, "mind if I keep this? I'll come by later with it, I'm almost done."

"Sure, sure," I said distracted. "You go on, I have to wait for Greg."

"Ok Wirt, see ya later." She bent down and kissed me on the cheek. I looked after her smiling, she was walking backwards, then she seemed to have a thought, ran back to me, and tackled me in a full on kiss. A few seconds, minutes, hours... months? she decided to let me go, with the 'oohh's' and snickers from a few other students. "I'll come by later," she whispered, "then we can talk... or not."

"Y-y-y-yeah," I spluttered out. "O-o-ok."

This time she really left, and then I heard, "So what's it like?" Yelling out I turn to see the mystery kid. "That girl I mean, what's it like to have one like that?"

"Like what?" I ask immediately defensive.

"Like, having someone by your side like that," he said, still looking after her. "Plus, all the kissing. That must be nice."

"Uh, yeah... yeah it is. What about it?"

He didn't answer for a few minutes, then, "Nothing. Just getting sentamental. I'm Luke by the way. Lucas Green." He extended a hand, "At your servous."

I took it a bit cautiously. "Wirt."

"So, Wirt, I have to apologize about earlier, I didn't handle that situation very well. I was just surprised when I met another traveler, that's all.

"Another what?" I asked perplexed.

"Traveler. Capital T if you want, it's what we... or people who know about other places, call ourselves."

"What are you talking about?" I said getting more and more confused.

"Sorry, sorry, I know, I'm not making much sense. How about I walk with you? I wanna hear your story. Can I?"

I was looking into his light green eyes, trying to find a hint of insincerity, when Greg showed up. "Hey Wirt, who's your friend?"

"Oh, Greg, uh, this is-"

"Is this your brother?" Luke asked, "from your story?"

"Uh-"

"You wrote a story about me Wirt? Really?"

"Guh-"

"Hello Greg, I'm Luke"

"Hello Luke, are you Wirts new friend?"

"Hey!" I yelled out. "Can everyone slow down? Please? This is feeling very one sided!"

Oh," Luke said, "sorry. And yes Greg, I can't say much right now, but, Wirt would benefit greatly by having me as a friend."

"What?" Me and Greg said at the same time.

"I-no, not! Ugh, look, is there somewhere we can go? I can explain it better there."

Looking from him, to Greg, and then back, I think that I really want an explanation. Sighing, I said, "We can go to my house. Then you can tell me your side, and then when Sara gets there, I'll tell you my, mine and Greg's story."

He nodded, and then motioned for me to lead the way, which I did. On the way Greg asked, "Are you really gonna tell him about our time when we got lost?"

"Well... if his story checks out, then, yeah. Though, our story doesn't particularly check out, so, we're gonna have to take our chances."

All too soon we reached our house, and we went in. "Mom!" I called out. No one answered. "Where's mom?" I asked no one in particular.

"She's at a job interview," Greg said, "don't you remember?"

"Uh, no." I said. "Well, at least we won't be interrupted. Come on, my rooms upstairs. Greg, can you get some chips and a few cans of soda up to my room, please?"

"Why me?" He asked.

"Because I need to make sure our mystery Luke doesn't pull anything."

"What?" he asked with an air of good nature, "don't trust me?"

"No," I said simply. He made an 'eh' noise and motioned for me to lead on. I took him up stairs and directed him to the chair in front of my work table, Greg came in with his arms full of chip bags and few cans of soda. "Ok..." I started. Luke took a bag of cool ranch doritos, and a coke, while looking around the room.

"Nice digs you got here," he commented.

"Thanks," I said while taking the nacho flavored ones and a root beer. "So then," I popped the top off the can, and took a drink, "your story?"

"Right, right," he said through a mouth full of chips. "Well," he swallowed, "where to begin..."

To be continued

A/N: Well, for the like, 2 or 3 people who actually look forward to this, tank you for being as supportive as you have! :)
Really, thanks. And I've pretty much decide where I'm heading with all of this! At least 10 or 12 chappies and it's over and done with... maybe. Probably less chapters though. But, it shall be done... at least until the sequil. Til then, this has been bigmike33321... Signing off! :D *BOOP!*